Eyes, locked that never leave my thighs, as I pass by –
parade-rested – ideas nested deeply in your mind;
let stand: up your man, hands down, at your sides;
don’t feel shy – or try to hide –
let those savage instincts over-ride;
Hold, molten to your soul in solid gold, the coveted prize –
cradled tightly – carried brightly by the iris of your eye;
follow me: into Ecstasy, and let your body be satisfied;
don’t act blind – let me ease your mind –
just undress and find your way inside;
Sweat, drips salty-wet, drop erotic tears, in my eyes –
legs shaking – an undertaking of the most pleasant type;
climax; then relax, let your wind fill the skies;
you can unwind – this suits us both fine –
forget the details you’ve been scratching to find;
Time, passes along before I am gone into the dark of night –
softly scented and slightly resented for loving your body so right;
let be: the naked memory, lit up golden in the firelight;
don’t think me unkind – it’s a bad habit of mine –
to leave before it becomes Me to be left behind.
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